today i'm pretending i'm not in warsaw anymore, but somewhee at the seaside, locked in my little wooden house but still able to see the storm and the waves, maybe even thunders and lightnings, from my window, the one that my daesk stands next too.
i continue to draw the story of the wood, the musicians turned into trees, the magic forrest and some sacred lady of crows and her dark love magic.
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